Scene Nine
277 Words
Leigh woke up hearing a loud screech. The screech brought shivers to her.
She opened her eyes consumed by the semidarkness of the room and sat in a corner on the floor shivering, crying.
She felt weak. The blood pounded in her ears. Her heart thudded in her chest. Her hands shook. Her feet tingled. Her vision disfigured, as if she were looking through a fish-eye lens. She had to get away. She couldn’t stay in here again.
But no, her legs, she had no control over them again.
With shaky hands she grabbed her phone and dialed the only person she knew could help her.
Jessie
"C-Come please" her voice shook with fear.
Her roommate Jessica was still fast asleep being very drunk from the party held the night before.
Leigh covered her mouth with her left hand. She needed to be quiet. She didn't want anyone to see her in her vulnerable state.
The emptiness in her consumed all of her. Big balls of sweat rolled down her body. Her chest felt constricted. She found it difficult to breathe.
She held onto her clothes tightly practicing the breathing one of her many
therapists taught her.
It wasn't working.
She concentrated more but no, her chest felt tight really tight.
She needed to open the door. Jessie was coming. Her legs, she had no control over them. She tried with all the strength she could muster.
No movement.
She felt like her legs were no longer attached to her body. She felt frustrated, helpless. She hated it. Being so weak and helpless.
She cried harder finding it hard to breathe.
No.
I can't die like this.
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